Billionaire Alpha's 99 Deadly Games

Chapter
11
Leila had been pampered her entire life by her Alpha father-people spoke to her in reverent tones, never raising their
voices, let alone shouting at her.
Blind with rage, she lunged forward, perfectly manicured nails aimed at Lucas's face like talons!
Lucas deflected her attack effortlessly, shoving her backward until she stumbled and collapsed to the floor in an
undignified heap.
"Guards," he called, voice ice-cold, "remove Miss Blackwood from the pack. Immediately."
"YOU BASTARD!" Leila's shrieks ricocheted off the marble floors.
The massive oak doors slammed shut, silencing her hysteria mid-scream.
The day of Aria's funeral arrived beneath a weeping sky-gentle rain that seemed to mourn alongside the gathered
crowd.
Lucas carried her urn with trembling hands, his movements painfully deliberate as he placed it into the marble crypt.
Every moment felt surreal, as if he were trapped in some horrific dream he couldn't escape. This couldn't be happening-
he couldn't be burying the mate he had only just realized he loved.
As the final stone was placed, the collective sobs behind him crescendoed. Aria had been genuinely beloved. Her
radiance had touched countless lives. Her parents, shattered by unimaginable grief, had retreated to the Northern
Alpine Pack, unable to face the ceremony that would make their daughter's absence permanent.
But everyone else who had known Aria-from childhood friends to pack members, even the barista who had served her
daily coffee-had come to pay their respects. Their grief mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of sorrow that
seemed to emanate from the
earth itself.
Lucas knelt before her tombstone, a broken Alpha rendered statue-like in his grief. His fingers repeatedly traced the
inscription he had insisted upon: "Luna Aria Collins Thornwood, Beloved

Mate."
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Luna. The title she should have held in life, not just in death.
"Aria..." Her name caught in his throat, tears falling before he could form another word. Every memory of her smile, her
laugh, the way she'd dance around their kitchen on Sunday mornings-all of it crashed over him in waves of regret so
powerful they physically hurt.
He remained kneeling long after everyone had gone, the rain soaking through his expensive suit, his body shivering
violently though he felt nothing.
That night, having refused to leave her graveside until physically carried away by his guards, Lucas collapsed with a
dangerous fever.
In his delirium, Aria came to him.
The nightmare replayed that fateful night, but with one crucial difference-this time, he hadn't left
her behind. In this version, he had recognized the danger, had grabbed her hand and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.
"Run!" he shouted, gripping her fingers so tightly he feared he might hurt her, but unable to loosen
his hold. "The whole place is going to blow!"
The heat was suffocating, smoke burning their lungs as they navigated through the labyrinthine
hallways. Each step felt like salvation-he was saving her this time. He wouldn't fail her again.
Just as the exit door appeared ahead, freedom visible through its glass panel, Aria suddenly stopped.
No matter how he pulled, she remained rooted in place.

In the dream, the fire had already reached the gasoline containers, their metal sides bulging
ominously.
"Please!" he begged, terror making his voice crack. "We have to go NOW!" Instead of responding, Aria looked at him
with such profound sadness that his heart constricted.
Slowly, deliberately, she peeled his fingers from her wrist, one by one. "You can't save me, Lucas," she said softly.
"You're the one who killed me." With those words hanging between them, she turned and walked deliberately back into
the heart of
the inferno.
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"ARIA, NO!"
A blinding explosion engulfed her, erasing her from existence in a violent flash of light and heat.
"ARIA!"
Lucas bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, his body drenched in cold sweat despite the fever ravaging his system.
The dream had felt so real-for those few precious moments, she had been alive again, within his reach.
He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand-a pathetic ritual he couldn't break, checking for messages from a number
that would never text again. Before he could unlock the screen, his bedroom door burst open, his guardian's face
ashen with panic: "Alpha! There's an emergency at Luna Collins's crypt!" No one could have predicted Leila's complete
psychological break-sneaking into the cemetery with bribed groundskeepers, disinterring Aria's urn, and threatening to
scatter her remains.
When Lucas arrived, the scene before him was something from a nightmare. Leila stood in the rain, mascara streaming
down her face, clutching Aria's urn like a trophy.
Fighting through his fever-induced weakness, Lucas approached her slowly. "Put it down, Leila,” he commanded, his
voice deadly quiet.

His controlled tone only seemed to further unravel her fragile sanity. She threw her head back in manic laughter.
"Fuck you!" she screeched, holding the urn tighter. "This worthless bitch stole everything from me! First my ceremonial
dancer position, now my Alpha mate! Even in death, she gets to be Luna
Thornwood while I'm left with NOTHING!"
Lucas froze at her next words.
"I should have killed her years ago instead of just framing her for challenging me! Would have saved us all this
trouble!"
The confession sliced through him-the original "crime" that had justified three years of torment had been fabricated. He
had destroyed Aria for nothing. Pure rage gave him a surge of strength despite his illness. He lunged forward,
desperate to protect the only physical reminder of Aria he had left.
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His fever-weakened body betrayed him-as his fingers nearly reached the urn, his legs buckled
beneath him.
Time seemed to slow as he collapsed forward. Leila, startled by his sudden movement, stumbled backward, losing her
grip on the urn.
The delicate ceramic container tumbled through the air in what felt like slow motion before shattering against the
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Leila had been pampered her entire life by her Alpha father-people spoke to her in reverent tones, never raising their
voices, let alone shouting at her.
Blind with rage, she lunged forward, perfectly manicured nails aimed at Lucas's face like talons!

Lucas deflected her attack effortlessly, shoving her backward until she stumbled and collapsed to the floor in an
undignified heap.
"Guards," he called, voice ice-cold, "remove Miss Blackwood from the pack. Immediately."
"YOU BASTARD!" Leila's shrieks ricocheted off the marble floors. The massive oak doors slammed shut, silencing her
hysteria mid-scream. The day of Aria's funeral arrived beneath a weeping sky-gentle rain that seemed to mourn
alongside the gathered crowd.
Lucas carried her urn with trembling hands, his movements painfully deliberate as he placed it into the marble crypt.
Every moment felt surreal, as if he were trapped
in some horrific dream he couldn't escape. This couldn't be happening-he couldn't be burying the mate he had only just
realized he loved.
As the final stone was placed, the collective sobs behind him crescendoed. Aria had been genuinely beloved. Her
radiance had touched countless lives.
Her parents, shattered by unimaginable grief, had retreated to the Northern Alpine Pack, unable to face the ceremony
that would make their daughter's absence permanent.
But everyone else who had known Aria-from childhood friends to pack members, even the barista who had served her
daily coffee-had come to pay their respects. Their grief mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of sorrow that
seemed to emanate from the
earth itself.
Lucas knelt before her tombstone, a broken Alpha rendered statue-like in his grief. His fingers repeatedly traced the
inscription he had insisted upon: "Luna Aria Collins Thornwood, Beloved
Mate."
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Luna. The title she should have held in life, not just in death.
"Aria..." Her name caught in his throat, tears falling before he could form another word. Every memory of her smile, her laugh,
the way she'd dance around their kitchen on Sunday mornings-all of it crashed over him in waves of regret so powerful they
physically hurt.
He remained kneeling long after everyone had gone, the rain soaking through his expensive suit, his body shivering violently
though he felt nothing.
That night, having refused to leave her graveside until physically carried away by
his guards, Lucas collapsed with a dangerous fever.
In his delirium, Aria came to him.
The nightmare replayed that fateful night, but with one crucial difference-this time,

he hadn't left
her behind. In this version, he had recognized the danger, had grabbed her hand and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.
"Run!" he shouted, gripping her fingers so tightly he feared he might hurt her, but unable to loosen
his hold. "The whole place is going to blow!"
The heat was suffocating, smoke burning their lungs as they navigated through
the labyrinthine
hallways. Each step felt like salvation-he was saving her this time. He wouldn't fail
her again.
Just as the exit door appeared ahead, freedom visible through its glass panel,
Aria suddenly stopped.

No matter how he pulled, she remained rooted in place.
In the dream, the fire had already reached the gasoline containers, their metal
sides bulging
ominously.
"Please!" he begged, terror making his voice crack. "We have to go NOW!" Instead of responding, Aria looked at him with such
profound sadness that his
heart constricted.
Slowly, deliberately, she peeled his fingers from her wrist, one by one. "You can't save me, Lucas," she said softly. "You're the
one who killed me." With those words hanging between them, she turned and walked deliberately back into the heart of
the inferno.
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"ARIA, NO!"
A blinding explosion engulfed her, erasing her from existence in a violent flash of
light and heat.
"ARIA!"
Lucas bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, his body drenched in cold sweat despite the fever ravaging his system. The dream
had felt so real-for those few precious moments, she had been alive again, within his reach.
He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand-a pathetic ritual he couldn't break, checking for messages from a number that would
never text again. Before he could unlock the screen, his bedroom door burst open, his guardian's face ashen with panic: "Alpha!

There's an emergency at Luna Collins's crypt!" No one could have predicted Leila's complete psychological break-sneaking into
the cemetery with bribed groundskeepers, disinterring Aria's urn, and threatening to scatter her remains.
When Lucas arrived, the scene before him was something from a nightmare. Leila stood in the rain, mascara streaming down
her face, clutching Aria's urn like a
trophy.
Fighting through his fever-induced weakness, Lucas approached her slowly. "Put it down, Leila," he commanded, his voice
deadly quiet.
His controlled tone only seemed to further unravel her fragile sanity. She threw
her head back in manic laughter.
"Fuck you!" she screeched, holding the urn tighter. "This worthless bitch stole everything from me! First my ceremonial dancer
position, now my Alpha mate!
Even in death, she gets to be Luna Thornwood while I'm left with NOTHING!"
Lucas froze at her next words.
"I should have killed her years ago instead of just framing her for challenging me!
Would have saved us all this trouble!"
The confession sliced through him-the original "crime" that had justified three years of torment had been fabricated. He had
destroyed Aria for nothing. Pure rage gave him a surge of strength despite his illness. He lunged forward, desperate to protect
the only physical reminder of Aria he had left.
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His fever-weakened body betrayed him-as his fingers nearly reached the urn, his

legs buckled
beneath him.
Time seemed to slow as he collapsed forward. Leila, startled by his sudden movement, stumbled backward, losing her grip on
the urn.
The delicate ceramic container tumbled through the air in what felt like slow
motion before shattering against the marble floor with a sound that seemed to echo through Lucas's very soul.
The impact scattered Aria's ashes across the wet floor, the rain quickly dissolving them into nothingness, washing away the last
physical trace of her existence. Lucas stared in mute horror, a guttural sound escaping him before he violently
coughed up blood.
"Aria..."
Her name on his lips was both prayer and apology-too late for either to matter. The Northern Alpine Pack.
The Thornwood Pack in southern territory buzzed with scandals and tragedies,
their whispers reaching even as far as the Northern territory, where Aria quietly followed the news of her former
life.
Whenever reports of Lucas's breakdown reached her-his violent revenge against
his former friends' packs, his obsession with her "remains," his collapse at her memorial-she simply offered an enigmatic smile
and changed the subject.
The past was the past. The she-wolf who had loved Lucas Thornwood had died in
that fire, exactly as
planned.
Her mother entered the sitting room, carrying a steaming cup of bitter herbal

medicine. "Time for your treatment, darling."
Aria obediently accepted it, downing the dark liquid in one determined gulp. Seeing her daughter's face contort from the
bitterness, her mother quickly offered
a piece of candied ginger. “Just a bit longer. Two more weeks of treatment and
we're done." "Then your legs will be fully healed, and you can audition for the Alpine Dance Company like you've always
dreamed."
Her mother's eyes softened with pride as she gently brushed a strand of hair from
Aria's face.
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Aria glanced down at her legs, considering the price of her freedom. She had escaped the fire that night through careful
planning, but hadn't anticipated the additional gasoline containers that someone had stored in the
abandoned building.
The unexpected explosions had caught her off guard as she fled, a falling beam pinning her legs, nearly costing her the dancing
career she had sacrificed everything to protect.
But as her mother liked to say, freedom always comes at a price. Her legs were healing, her future bright with new possibilities.
She had escaped the beautiful lie
of her past life and stepped into a painful but honest new beginning.
For the first time in years, she was truly free.
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through Lucas's very soul.
The impact scattered Aria's ashes across the wet floor, the rain quickly dissolving
them into nothingness, washing away the last physical trace of her existence. Lucas stared in mute horror, a guttural sound
escaping him before he violently
coughed up blood.
"Aria..."
Her name on his lips was both prayer and apology-too late for either to matter. The Northern Alpine Pack.
The Thornwood Pack in southern territory buzzed with scandals and tragedies,
their whispers reaching even as far as the Northern territory, where Aria quietly followed the news of her former
life.
Whenever reports of Lucas's breakdown reached her-his violent revenge against
his former friends' packs, his obsession with her "remains," his collapse at her memorial-she simply offered an enigmatic smile
and changed the subject.
The past was the past. The she-wolf who had loved Lucas Thornwood had died in
that fire, exactly as
planned.
Her mother entered the sitting room, carrying a steaming cup of bitter herbal
medicine. "Time for your treatment, darling."
Aria obediently accepted it, downing the dark liquid in one determined gulp. Seeing her daughter's face contort from the
bitterness, her mother quickly offered
a piece of candied ginger. “Just a bit longer. Two more weeks of treatment and we're done." "Then your legs will be fully healed,
and you can audition for the Alpine Dance Company like you've always dreamed."

Her mother's eyes softened with pride as she gently brushed a strand of hair from
Aria's face.
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Aria glanced down at her legs, considering the price of her freedom.
She had escaped the fire that night through careful planning, but hadn't Chapter
11
Leila had been pampered her entire life by her Alpha father-people spoke to her in reverent tones, never raising their voices, let
alone shouting at her.
Blind with rage, she lunged forward, perfectly manicured nails aimed at Lucas's
face like talons!

Lucas deflected her attack effortlessly, shoving her backward until she stumbled and collapsed to the floor in an undignified
heap.
"Guards," he called, voice ice-cold, "remove Miss Blackwood from the pack. Immediately."
"YOU BASTARD!" Leila's shrieks ricocheted off the marble floors. The massive oak doors slammed shut, silencing her hysteria
mid-scream.
The day of Aria's funeral arrived beneath a weeping sky-gentle rain that seemed
to mourn alongside the gathered crowd.
Lucas carried her urn with trembling hands, his movements painfully deliberate as he placed it into the marble crypt. Every
moment felt surreal, as if he were trapped

in some horrific dream he couldn't escape. This couldn't be happening-he couldn't be burying the mate he had only just realized
he loved.
As the final stone was placed, the collective sobs behind him crescendoed. Aria had been genuinely beloved. Her radiance had
touched countless lives. Her parents, shattered by unimaginable grief, had retreated to the Northern Alpine
Pack, unable to face the ceremony that would make their daughter's absence permanent.
But everyone else who had known Aria-from childhood friends to pack members, even the barista who had served her daily
coffee-had come to pay their respects.
Their grief mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of sorrow that seemed to emanate from the
earth itself. Lucas knelt before her tombstone, a broken Alpha rendered statue-like in his grief.
His fingers repeatedly traced the inscription he had insisted upon: "Luna Aria
Collins Thornwood, Beloved
Mate."
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Luna. The title she should have held in life, not just in death. "Aria..." Her name caught in his throat, tears falling before he could
form another
word. Every memory of her smile, her laugh, the way she'd dance around their kitchen on Sunday mornings-all of it crashed over
him in waves of regret so powerful they physically hurt.
He remained kneeling long after everyone had gone, the rain soaking through his expensive suit, his body shivering violently
though he felt nothing. That night, having refused to leave her graveside until physically carried away by

his guards, Lucas collapsed with a dangerous fever.
In his delirium, Aria came to him.
The nightmare replayed that fateful night, but with one crucial difference-this time,
he hadn't left
her behind. In this version, he had recognized the danger, had grabbed her hand
and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.
"Run!" he shouted, gripping her fingers so tightly he feared he might hurt her, but
unable to loosen
his hold. "The whole place is going to blow!"
The heat was suffocating, smoke burning their lungs as they navigated through
the labyrinthine
hallways. Each step felt like salvation-he was saving her this time. He wouldn't fail
her again.
Just as the exit door appeared ahead, freedom visible through its glass panel,
Aria suddenly stopped.
No matter how he pulled, she remained rooted in place.
In the dream, the fire had already reached the gasoline containers, their metal
sides bulging
ominously.
"Please!" he begged, terror making his voice crack. "We have to go NOW!"

Instead of responding, Aria looked at him with such profound sadness that his heart constricted.
Slowly, deliberately, she peeled his fingers from her wrist, one by one. "You can't save me, Lucas," she said softly.
"You're the one who killed me."
With those words hanging between them, she turned and walked deliberately
back into the heart of
the inferno.
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"ARIA, NO!"
A blinding explosion engulfed her, erasing her from existence in a violent flash of
light and heat.
"ARIA!"
Lucas bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, his body drenched in cold sweat despite the fever ravaging his system.
The dream had felt so real-for those few precious moments, she had been alive again, within his reach. He fumbled for
his phone on the nightstand-a pathetic ritual he couldn't break, checking for messages from a number that would never
text again. Before he could unlock the screen, his bedroom door burst open, his guardian's face ashen with panic:
"Alpha! There's an emergency at Luna Collins's crypt!" No one could have predicted Leila's complete psychological
break-sneaking into the cemetery with bribed groundskeepers, disinterring Aria's urn, and threatening to scatter her
remains.
When Lucas arrived, the scene before him was something from a nightmare. Leila
stood in the rain, mascara streaming down her face, clutching Aria's urn like a
trophy.

Fighting through his fever-induced weakness, Lucas approached her slowly. "Put
it down, Leila," he commanded, his voice deadly quiet.
His controlled tone only seemed to further unravel her fragile sanity. She threw
her head back in manic laughter.
"Fuck you!" she screeched, holding the urn tighter. "This worthless bitch stole
everything from me! First my ceremonial dancer position, now my Alpha mate!
Even in death, she gets to be Luna
Thornwood while I'm left with NOTHING!"
Lucas froze at her next words.
"I should have killed her years ago instead of just framing her for challenging me!
Would have saved us all this trouble!"
The confession sliced through him-the original "crime" that had justified three years of torment had been fabricated. He
had destroyed Aria for nothing. Pure rage gave him a surge of strength despite his illness. He lunged forward,
desperate to protect the only physical reminder of Aria he had left.
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His fever-weakened body betrayed him-as his fingers nearly reached the urn, his
legs buckled
beneath him.

Time seemed to slow as he collapsed forward. Leila, startled by his sudden movement, stumbled backward, losing her
grip on the urn. The delicate ceramic container tumbled through the air in what felt like slow
motion before shattering against the marble floor with a sound that seemed to echo through Lucas's very soul.
The impact scattered Aria's ashes across the wet floor, the rain quickly dissolving them into nothingness, washing
away the last physical trace of her existence. Lucas stared in mute horror, a guttural sound escaping him before he
violently coughed up blood.
"Aria..."
Her name on his lips was both prayer and apology-too late for either to matter. The Northern Alpine Pack.
The Thornwood Pack in southern territory buzzed with scandals and tragedies,
their whispers reaching even as far as the Northern territory, where Aria quietly followed the news of her former
life.
Whenever reports of Lucas's breakdown reached her-his violent revenge against
his former friends' packs, his obsession with her "remains," his collapse at her
memorial-she simply offered an enigmatic smile and changed the subject.
The past was the past. The she-wolf who had loved Lucas Thornwood had died in
that
fire, exactly as
planned.
Her mother entered the sitting room, carrying a steaming cup of bitter herbal
medicine. "Time for your treatment, darling."
Aria obediently accepted it, downing the dark liquid in one determined gulp.

Seeing her daughter's face contort from the bitterness, her mother quickly offered
a piece of candied ginger. "Just a bit longer. Two more weeks of treatment and
we're
done."
"Then
your legs will be fully healed, and you can audition for the Alpine Dance
Company like you've always dreamed."
Her mother's eyes softened with pride as she gently brushed a strand of hair from
Aria's face.
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Aria glanced down at her legs, considering the price of her freedom.
She had escaped the fire that night through careful planning, but hadn't
anticipated the additional gasoline containers that someone had stored in the
abandoned
building.
The unexpected explosions had caught her off guard as she fled, a falling beam
pinning her legs, nearly costing her the dancing career she had sacrificed